Returning to Victoria after a 6 month stay in suburban Maryland was certainly a breath of fresh air.
There was also a slight sense of “been here, seen this,” unlike our initial landing on Vancouver Island three years ago.
But then, as before, the beauty hit. I relaxed into the sublime slide-show of Victoria’s day-to-day:
Kites dancing above Dallas Beach.
Herons stepping out.
While it was lovely to once again view a mini-duck dynasty in the placid ponds of Beacon Hill Park…
…I got an unexpected jolt from seeing ducks in the soup, in the rolling waves of the Strait.
Where they had to seek shelter from the storm.
There are the other unique Island characters that cross your path. Like this long man on a short bike…with takeout.
It was, of course, wonderful to see my old friend, Anna’s Hummingbird.
If you are patient, Anna is likely to reward you with a dance. Or was it yoga…a sun salutation perhaps? Whatever it was, this Anna was into the flow.
Loose, limber, and ready to fly!
To be continued…